CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

Spider

He couldn’t eat, drink or sleep. All he could think about was his baby boy in that fucking duffle bag in the trunk of the SUV.

Sitting behind Fish he watched as his brother searched for the SUV. At least they now had a specific vehicle to look for. Before they had the video footage from Dom they had been fumbling in the dark.

It was slow going, and even though Star was helping it was a huge area to search.

Hours slipped by and the later it got the more his gut cramped with fear.

The longer those animals had his son the more chance there was of him being hurt or even worse. It was too horrible to contemplate.

“I’ve got a hit.” Star’s voice had him sitting up and staring at the screen.

“An SUV similar to the one we’re looking for popped up on a traffic camera in Paarl. I’m searching the area to see if I can find them again. We now have a general area to search.” She sounded distracted as she worked.

“Now we know they were in the Paarl area. What we need to find is where they were headed, and where they’re staying. They will want to be well hidden before they make their next move.” Fish said as he worked the grid.

“I looked at the time stamp on the photo and they passed it four hours ago. What were they doing in Paarl and where have they been most of the day? I don’t like this.” Star muttered. “I’m going to backtrack and see where they came from, maybe I can get a clearer picture of the interior of the vehicle.”

“I’ll keep looking to see where they’re going. I have a feeling they’re leading us on a wild goose chase because they know we’ll track them through traffic cams. They’re not going to hideout outside of the city, they’ll be heading back to an area they either control or know very well.” Fish explained his reasoning.

“I agree. Let me see what I find on my end.” Star said.

The screen she had been on went dark.

Spider was about to ask Fish where he thought they could be heading when his phone buzzed in his kutte. Pulling it out he saw it was a text from his prez.

My office. Now.

He hoped like hell Kid was calling him in because they had a lead.

Knocking on the door he walked in to find Orca, Blaze and Sly with his Prez.

Sitting down he waited. Kid did not let him wait long.

“We have a new development. Gopal’s second in command reached out to Dom and offered him a truce in exchange for the Syndicate joining with The Foundation. Dom turned them down.”

Kid snorted and shook his head before he continued.

“No fucking idea what these assholes are thinking, it makes no sense offering Dom a deal that’s not really a deal at all. They must know there’s no way he would let the Syndicate get sucked into The Foundation.”

“I think it’s a stall tactic, they want Dom to focus on the troubles at his home and stay out of their way. We’re the target they’re focused on and once we’ve been dealt with they will deal with him and the Syndicate.” Spider shared.

“You’re absolutely right, and that’s going to be their major fuck up. They’re so used to not having any real obstacles in their way when they take over an area that they’re over confident. They don’t see Dom, or us, as threats to their planned take-over of Southern Africa. It’s going to be our pleasure to prove them wrong. You do not fuck with us, we’ll fuck you right back.” Orca snarled.

“I think The Foundation has been using terrorists to intimidate and murder those they want out of the way. The firebomb at Head Office this morning is more a terrorist tactic than a gangster thing. It was a warning, a warning that they can and will plant bombs in our businesses and kill innocent people. I’ve upped security on the building and it’s being monitored remotely.” He reported to his Prez.

“Good.” Kid said but Spider knew by the look in his eyes there was more to come.

“Amos Fortuin called me. He’s beyond furious that one of his men, a man he trusted, brutally violated his little sister. She’s on life support in ICU, he said her doctors are cautiously optimistic that she will make it through the night. He assured me his people are not involved in the kidnapping of Rush or the Rutherfords. I asked for proof and he gave up Frankie September. I have a short list of places he’s used as hideouts in the past. Amos isn’t sure if he’ll be at any of the locations, he hasn’t sent men to check them out. He’s busy with an internal power struggle and is keeping his trusted people close while watching over Josie. He had one request, if at all possible, he wants September alive. He’s to be made into an example of what happens when you put your hands on Fortuin’s family.”

He didn’t give a shit what happened to Frankie September, the fucker made his choice when he joined forces with Strange.

Kid tapped a finger on a piece of paper lying on the desk in front of him.

“I know it’s late but I think we should ride out and investigate the hotel Fortuin said the fucker likes to hide out at. It’s a small hotel run by a family member of his on the outskirts of Rondebosch. It’s close enough to the Cape Flats if he needs to disappear. We’re going to use cages, we don’t want our bikes or patches to be seen anywhere near the place. It’s part of the Fortunes territory so we go in keeping a low profile. A small team is best, we’re going in to take a look, that’s all. My gut says if the fucker was there he’s gone by now but we need to check.”

Spider wanted to run out and jump on his bike but he agreed with Kid, they had to take it easy. Sneak in and out to stay off the radar of September’s family. Those fuckers were all connected to gangs, and not only the Fortunes. They didn’t want to stir up a hornets nest.

The sun was going down when they finally drove up to the small hotel that had definitely seen better days. It looked deserted, no cars in the forecourt or parked in the parking area in front of the bar. There weren’t any lights on besides the neon sign flickering with the name of the hotel. Parkway Hotel flicked on and off in hot pink and bright blue. It looked more like the sign for a brothel than a hotel.

Parking in the dark at the back of the hotel they quietly crept closer to take a look.

The back door stood wide open, no lights on inside. That wasn’t good, not good at all.

“We’re going to have to check inside.” Spider kept his voice low and Blaze nodded.

“Don’t like this, brother.”

Using the small led torch he had on his keyring he stepped into the oppressing darkness. They were in the kitchen, there were pots on the stove top, and someone had been chopping veggies on the table. It looked like whoever it had been had left in a hurry.

They slowly but thoroughly checked the ground floor before moving to the first. They found them in a room at the far end of the passage.

Robert and Kristen Rutherford had been shot execution style. In the head.

They had obviously been kneeling in front of someone when they were executed. By the dried blood around them it had happened hours ago.

“Fucking hell.” Spider snarled through tight lips.

He quickly searched the rooms on either side but there was no sign that Rush had been at the hotel. At least his baby wasn’t lying on the floor with the other two.

Pulling out his phone he called his prez.

“We found the Rutherfords, Prez, they’re dead. Shot execution style and it happened hours ago. Blood has dried. We’ve searched the entire hotel and there’s no one here. It looks like they ran before or right after the killing started.”

Kid growled in frustration. “Okay brother, get your asses out of there so we can drop a hint to the pigs. Schoeman won’t like us messing with his investigation.”

“We’re on our way out as we speak, Prez. We made sure not to touch anything. Not going to hang around here and get tagged as the guilty party.”

They went out the same way they had come in then drove out of the area, using the same route as before. One which Fish and Star confirmed had no cameras to place them at the scene of the crime.

When they walked back into the clubhouse his old lady was there, waiting on him. Wrapping her in his arms he settled his face in her neck and breathed her in. They held each other, not saying a word for several minutes.

He wanted the pure goodness of her to soak the evil he had felt back at the hotel out of his bones.

“They killed the Rutherfords, sweetness.” He whispered against her ear and she froze then relaxed and exhaled slowly.

“I’m sorry, honey. I know she was awful but at the end of the day she was Rush’s mother.”

“I don’t care about her, baby, she’s nobody. She might have given birth to my son but she wasn’t his mother, not ever. You’ve been more of one to him the few times he’s been with you than she ever was. I doubt he will even remember or miss her in a few months. He’ll be more upset about Josie being out of his life than that bitch.” Spider growled, anger lying so close he had to swallow it down.

He hugged her tight then slowly separated them, but held on to her hips.

“I have to report to Prez then I’ll be back. I don’t know about you but I need a drink or two to get me through tonight.”

His old lady leant towards him and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

“Go, talk to Kid and when you get back we’ll have a drink at the bar and have some dinner.” She shook her head at him when he tried to protest. “You need to eat to keep up your strength and so do I. We’re goin’ to need it.”

Pulling her back into his arms he hugged her, sighed and stepped away.

“I’ll be back in a few, love.” He ran a hand over her delectable ass before he left to report to his prez.

Kid, Orca, and the team who had gone out with him plus the officers were waiting on him when he stepped into the office. The men and officers gave him chin lifts and nods. Shit, he had to get used to the respect he was being shown because he was their VP now.

“Prez.” He greeted Kid as he parked his ass in the empty chair next to his president. His first time sitting in the VP’s chair in his office.

“Tell me.” Kid ordered.

“As we drove by it was obvious something was going on. The place was dark and deserted. The bar should have been doing business but it was dark. There was nobody around, not a car to be seen anywhere. We drove around to the back and parked where the cages couldn’t be seen then made our way in. The back door was wide open and we walked in, not having to touch anything. There were pots on the stove, cut up food on the table, they had left in a hurry but did turn everything off. I think September might have told them to get out before the killing started. It most probably saved their lives. The Rutherfords weren’t so lucky. The way I read the scene they were ordered onto their knees and then shot. A single shot to the forehead, execution style. By the way the blood has dried I think it happened earlier today, before lunch time maybe. I can’t say why the owners or the employees haven’t returned. Maybe they were threatened to stay away until tomorrow. That would give September and Strange time to get away clean. I can’t even guess as to why they killed them there and not in some out of the way place where their bodies wouldn’t have been found for days.”

“They wanted them found. I think they wanted Spider found at the scene. Most probably thought we’d come storming in on our bikes and whoever they had watching the place would have tipped off the pigs. It would have taken our lawyers time to prove he was innocent of the crime. They would have taken him in while sorting through the shit. Why did they want him inside? Do they have pigs on their payroll? I think they might.” Kid said as he rubbed the side of his face. “This does not give me a good feeling, not at all. We now have to be wary of the pigs as well. Not that we’re not always wary of the fuckers.”

He laughed and there were chuckles all around because it was true. They were wary of the pigs.

“We’ll keep combing through the traffic cams to find their fucking cages, it’s the only lead we have to follow up on at the moment. Once we find where the fuck they are we’ll go in hard and get our boy back. They will soon find that they’ve underestimated us.”

Orca gave a derisive snort.

“The Foundation is used to people running when they fuck with them. The bastards have never gone up against bikers before, I had Fish check. They’ve been taking over gangs worldwide but left the 1% clubs alone. They’re in for a big fucking surprise when they confront us, we’re not a fucking gang and we’re not going anywhere.”

Howls greeted his statement. Their ex-president was right. The Iron Dogz MC did not roll over for anyone. The Harrisons had found that out the hard way.

Kid held up a hand and silence descended.

“Tonight we’ll rest because I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be a hard day. The patrols will stay as is here at the compound. War reached out and offered brothers to help patrol our interests on the docks and I accepted. The Sinners will be wearing their kuttes and making a show of strength. Rooster called to say they’ve got the city. The Warriors will be patrolling the same as the Sinners, with their kuttes on full display. Both clubs offered full support should we need it. We’re all aware what a big deal it is for the Road Warriors to step into a conflict that has nothing to do with them. They ride clean but showing up with us and the Sinners Sons will raise some questions and a couple of eyebrows. Rooster assured me Doc, their National President, gave his full support and they will stay as long as we need them. I’m cautiously optimistic of the outcome of the conflict. Those fuckers are going to come with demands and we’ll be ready.”

Kid clasped a hand over his shoulder and Spider closed his eyes for a second before he nodded, blew out a breath, and focussed on what came next.

“We need food, a drink and to hang out with our women. Tomorrow is a new day, a day we will go all out to bring our boy Rush home.”

His prez slapped a hand on his desk and the office slowly emptied.

“Come on little brother, let’s go see our women and have something to eat.” Kid said as he stood.

Spider nodded and followed his president to the common room where their women were waiting on them.

Pulling Vee close he held her as he sipped on the beer she had handed him. He went through the motions, smiled, nodded and even spoke when spoken to. In his head though he kept seeing Kristen, her hair clotted with dried blood. Lying on that dirty carpet like a discarded piece of rubbish. She was a vile woman but she hadn’t deserved for her life to end the way it did, in a dirty hotel room.

He sat at the table with the others and pushed his food around on the plate, taking a couple of bites. It stuck in his throat.

He couldn’t eat thinking that his boy might be hungry and thirsty tonight.

Would the fuckers even remember to feed him? He doubted it.

When he got his hands on Strange he was going to make her suffer the agonies of hell. She shouldn’t have targeted his son, shouldn’t have laid a hand on him, and shouldn’t have scared him. But more importantly, she shouldn’t have taken him in the first place. It was an unwritten rule, children are out of bounds, not to be touched.

He wasn’t very good company and they left the others in the common room and went home.

An empty home, a home where Rush should have been tonight.

Later, after lying sleepless next to his lover for hours he silently got up and went to his boy’s room. Turning on the night light he sat down in the rocker and stared at the empty little bed. Well, not empty, Vee had bought a teddy and a big great white shark stuffed toy and they now shared the bed, waiting for their boy to come home.

Looking around the room he noticed the little touches his lady had been adding. A framed photo of him sitting on his bike now hung on one wall along with smaller frames filled with photos of him and his boy. Rush’s toy chest was filled to overflowing with toys and there was a warm throw draped over the back of the rocker for those times when it got a bit chilly.

Leaning forward he put his face in his hands and silently prayed.

Please. Please keep him safe. He must be so scared, please keep him safe. His Mama and I love him so much, we want him home where he will be safe. Please. I beg you, please keep him safe.

Her hand rubbing his back was warm and he turned, looking up at her. His old lady had tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to comfort him. Rising up he drew her in his arms and held her, his face against her hair, hers against his naked chest. Her tears ran in wet cold streaks down his newly healed skin.

Only then did he realise they were both cold.

“Let’s go back to bed, baby. You’re cold and I’m starting to feel it as well.”

Sliding his arm under her legs he lifted, her arms went around his neck and he carried her to their room. Setting her on her feet he pulled back the duvet and urged her to scoot in, he got in next to her, pulled the duvet over them then pulled her close. She wrapped herself around him and he did the same, wrapped himself around her.

Taking comfort in having her close.

Slowly he warmed up and felt her body heating as well. Kissing her forehead he lay holding his old lady in his arms waiting on the dawn.

Sometime during the wait he fell asleep.

It wasn’t an easy sleep as it was plagued by images of Kristen and Rutherford in that dirty hotel room. Images of Strange hitting his boy so hard he lost consciousness. Images of poor Josie being wheeled out of that house of horrors. It played like a loop in his brain.

Until he woke up.

Vee was asleep on his shoulder, her arm around his waist, and holding on to him. He lay there listening to her breathe as dawn crept around the edges of the curtains. It wasn’t very bright which meant it was a cloudy day. His first thought was that he hoped Rush was warm where ever he was.

It was that thought and his full bladder that drove him from the bed. Using the bathroom he pissed, washed his hands then washed his face and brushed his teeth. Lastly he ran a brush through his hair and tied it back.

His lady was sitting up in bed when he walked back into the room.

“Morning, baby.” He crawled onto the bed and tried to kiss her, laughing when she jerked her head to the side, avoiding his mouth.

“Go away, I have mornin’ breath.” She griped.

“Don’t give a fuck, I want to kiss my woman good morning. Give me that mouth.” He ordered.

She cupped her hand over her mouth, breathed out then grimaced.

“Hell no, we’re not kissin’ until I’ve brushed my teeth.” She wriggled out from under him and ran for the bathroom.

He lay on the bed laughing as she used the toilet.

“I can hear you peeing, sounds like you really needed it.” He teased.

“Oh shut up, it’s a normal bodily function.” She snapped as she washed her hands.

He could see her through the open door and watched as she brushed her teeth then did her morning facial routine and brushed her long hair. She tied it back with one of his scrunchies she took from the drawer.

He liked that, liked it a lot.

“You’re done now. Come over here and kiss your man good morning.” He ordered.

As she walked towards him he watched her hips swaying and her tits jiggling and his cock twitched where it lay against his thigh. Crawling up over him she slowly lowered her weight onto him then sealed her lips over his. Kissing him.

The kiss went from soft to carnal in an instant.

Sliding his hands down over her delectable ass he pulled her close to his hard cock.

“I want to fuck you hard, can I?” He asked, his voice sounding breathless.

“I need you to fuck me hard. I want to feel those piercings stroking me into insanity.” She countered.

Opening her legs she slid them over his hips, settling her knees on the bed, her wet slit on his hard cock. Reaching down she lifted up, took him in hand, standing his shaft up she notched it in her hot wet entrance and slowly sank down on him.

A searing, wet, warm, heaven surrounded his aching cock.

He gave her an instant to get used to his size then started thrusting up into her, hard. His hands gripped her hips, lifting her up and down on his hard cock, he knew he was holding on too hard and was going to bruise her beautiful golden skin.

He didn’t care.

He needed to leave his marks on her, needed it more than ever before.

Her mouth was open as she gasped for breath while riding him hard, her hands like claws on his shoulders, leaving marks of her own.

“Need you to get there, baby.” He groaned, sliding a hand up he grasped her nipple between his forefinger and thumb, pinched then rolled.

She shuddered and did a little shimmy with her hips, rubbing her clit against his pubic piercing every time she came down on him.

“Close, so close, honey. Keep doin’ me hard, don’t stop, whatever you do, don’t stop.”

“Not stopping, doing you so hard you’re going to feel me all day long and shooting so deep inside you my come is going to leak out of you for hours.” He bit out through clenched teeth, holding back until she got there.

“Oh…oh, I’m there, I’m comin’ all over your beautiful cock, baby. Feel me. Go deep and feel me.” She urged as she ground down on him, her inner walls clamping down on him and her channel becoming incredibly wet as she came.

With a groan he shoved as deep as he could get and filled her with his come. He jerked in the tight confines of her fluttering, spasming sheath and held her against him, keeping himself deep inside.

“Fucking hell.” He groaned kissing her neck, he sucked the skin between his teeth, bit down and sucked hard, marking her.

Kissing the red mark on her neck and the curve of her jaw he breathed in her unique scent. She smelt like wild open spaces, the ocean and a field of wild flowers. A scent he loved.

“Sex has never felt like this before, like it’s absolutely perfect. Like we are perfect together.” Letting go of her hips he cupped her cheeks and looked deep into her eyes. “You are my one, baby, the one who was made only for me. I love you so fucking much the intensity of my feelings scare me. They scare me because I know I’ll end the world to keep you safe and happy. I want to have a family with you, and I want you to think about adopting Rush, making him our son, not just mine.”

She was about to answer but he put a finger in front of her lips.

“Don’t answer me now, love. Think about it today when I go out there to bring our son home.”

She shook her head slowly. “I don’t have to think about it, my love. The answer is yes, not only yes but hell yes. I love you and I want to have babies with you. And Rush, he is already mine, my boy, the boy of my heart. To make him legally mine would be an honour.”

Kissing her hard and deep he felt his dick harden inside her. Rolling her under him he took her slow and easy, making them both shout as they came, together. It was absolute magic.

Lying with his sated woman in his arms he thought about what the day would bring.

He was determined that it would bring them Rush.

The fucking crazy woman who had kidnapped him had better start saying her prayers because he was coming for her. The bitch thought taking his son would bring him to his knees and leave him defeated. She was wrong. He might be on his knees but he wasn’t defeated and he wasn’t alone. He had his woman, his brothers and his club taking his back.

She was not going to like how it was going to end.

He smiled. Not a good smile.

It was decidedly evil.

In his mind he saw blood.

A lot of blood and all of it gushing from her traitorous throat.

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